Mail Order Wife
By Montana West
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Can two heartbroken strangers find the faith to love each other?
Boston socialite Elizabeth Lowell and her younger sister, Virginia, are devastated at the sudden death of their father. Worse, after their father's creditors finish picking over the remains of their lives, both girls are left with only empty hearts. Struggling to make ends meet, they each do what they can to stay afloat, but when Virginia takes a job singing in a disreputable tavern, Elizabeth realizes how perilous their situation truly is. Desperate to save her sister from descending into immorality, Elizabeth takes the drastic step to move them to Montana so that Elizabeth can marry a stranger. Can this heartbroken girl save herself, her new family, and make a place for herself in the heart of a stranger, who is still in love with the memory of his dead wife?
Montana homesteader William Edwards, a widower with two children of his own, doesn't want another wife. But when his oldest daughter, Mary puts an advertisement in the paper to help his dad find a new wife (and them a new mother,) William realizes he needs to take drastic action. He enters into correspondence with a woman from Boston and agrees to bring her and her sister West to Montana... After he makes it clear that he has no intention of falling in love. But when Elizabeth and Virginia step into his home and turn it inside out, will this mail order wife destroy the life and memories he holds so dear, or will he find the strength to risk his heart again?
Find out in Mail Order Wife, Book 1 of the Christian Mail Order Brides series.
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Mail Order Wife - Montana West
Mail Order Wife
Christian Mail Order Brides Collection
by
Montana West
Published by Global Grafx Press, LLC. © 2014
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MAIL ORDER GOLD RUSH
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
BOSTON, MASSACHUSSETTS
END OF WINTER, 1874
Elizabeth wished someone would wake her up from this horrible dream. Her world had come crashing down around her, and she did not know what to do or how to face the future. Though grief washed through her, clouding her chubby, round face, she could not bring herself to cry. Her father was dead, and now Gerald Hawkins, his attorney for longer than Elizabeth had been alive, sat across from her in his lavish office, rubbing his palms on the thighs of his trousers with an expression that boded more bad news.
Elizabeth Lowell was nineteen years old, but anyone looking at her at the moment would have thought she was a decade older: her face was so lined with age, pain and anxiety. She perched on the edge of the seat and blinked owlishly from behind her large glasses.
Gerald said, Miss Lowell. Miss Elizabeth. I am so sorry for your loss.
Is that why you called me here? You conveyed your condolences at the funeral.
Yes. I did.
Gerald had been Elizabeth’s father Benjamin’s attorney for over thirty years, and having to give the deceased man’s daughter more bad news saddened him deeply. Benjamin had been a very astute and wealthy businessman, with a knack for smelling new opportunities and grabbing at them. In a short span of time, the man had become very rich. But all that had changed when his wife died ten years ago. It was as though the light had been snuffed out of him. He had lost his touch and died with only debts to his name. Not that his two daughters knew the latter. Not yet.
Is this about who will be running my father’s factory? Because I cannot be of much service in that. Surely my father notated such things in his will?
He did.
Elizabeth stared at him. A light sheen of sweat shone on her forehead, and she pulled a handkerchief from her bag, twisting it between her hands. Mr. Hawkins. You’d best tell me.
If your father’s death hadn’t been so sudden, I’m certain he would have done more to mitigate things. To prepare you.
Mr. Lowell took a deep breath. As it is, I’ve done everything I can in order to give you and your sister time for your grief.
It’s only been two weeks.
But you will have to vacate your home, and there will be an auction for your father’s things—
What are you saying?
Your father died a pauper, Elizabeth. You and your sister...he left nothing.
Nothing—
Elizabeth took a sharp breath. Nothing! But what are we to do?
The elderly man shook his head sadly. I am sorry that in the last ten years your father made unwise business decisions and choices, and he got himself into very deep debt. I advised him to sell off a number of the assets that he had in order to settle some of the debts, and in that way he could have been able to at least have something left over to start again but,
Gerald twisted his lips, you know just how stubborn your father could be.
Elizabeth nodded. She knew her father too well. Then what will happen to us?
Do you perhaps have relatives who might take you in, at least for a short while?
But even as Gerald asked, he knew this was a futile suggestion. In all the years that he had been Benjamin Lowell’s attorney, the man had not mentioned any relatives from his side or his wife’s side. His will had bequeathed everything to his two daughters, a will that, right now, was not even worth the paper it was written on.
Papa was an only child, and Mama,
Elizabeth sighed. She shook her head sadly. Mama as you know was from England, and when she and Papa got married her English family disowned her, for at the time she was betrothed to a lord, or something like that. Her family never forgave her for slighting them by marrying a commoner.
I am sorry, Miss Elizabeth.
Gerald truly was sorry, especially in the light of the other news that he was about to relay to the young woman.
Maybe if we earn enough from the sale of his possessions, we can perhaps keep the house? Rent out some rooms so that we can have an income, and then Virginia and I can stay in the servant’s section because, of course, we have decided to let the servants go. There is not much work to be done now that Papa is gone. No more entertaining and all.
She nodded, forcing a smile. We can run a boarding house,
she said with some hope, but this was soon dashed when she looked at the lawyer’s face.
The house must be sold. It is the only asset that your father had not mortgaged and the bank is demanding a very hefty sum, and all the other assets that he owned will not cover it. That, together with paying off the servants, will leave you and your sister with a little less than fifty dollars.
What?
I am sorry child, more sorry than you will ever know. Mrs. Hawkins and I can take you in for a while, until you are grounded again,
he offered, but Elizabeth shook her head.
We will manage. Somehow.
Elizabeth stood up and drew her shawl closer, the cold chilling her very bones. It was more than the cold that chilled her. It was a heart that was filled with so much dread and despair that she shuddered.
Miss Elizabeth, the bank’s representative will be by the house later today to do an inventory of all the items in the house. And you will have to leave the house after that, because I will be handing the keys over to him.
Elizabeth sat down again. Are we to lose everything then?
I am sorry, child.
Gerald took out his handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his face. It was a chilly day but he was sweating. I wish there was something I could do, but this is beyond my control.
Elizabeth stepped into the cold Boston streets. Her five-foot, three-inch frame stooped so much beneath the weight of her grief and this terrible news that she looked like an old woman. It was drizzling, but she did not feel it as started for home. The house! It was not her house anymore. And worse, she had to tell her sister the news. Elizabeth had not wanted Virginia to accompany her to the attorney’s office because her sister was more interested in her personal appearance than business. And now Elizabeth was glad her sister had not come. Virginia had a flair for the dramatic, and in her emotional state right now the last thing Elizabeth would have wanted was to cope with her swooning sister.
The sounds that usually cheered Elizabeth now sounded like death knells to her young ears. The cries of the newspaper boys made Elizabeth hurry. Obviously the state of her father’s misfortunes would be splashed all over the papers and she needed to get away from the house and hide before the neighbors and other acquaintances showed up with their pitying faces.
Another reason for her hurry was so that she could get some things out of the house before the bank representative swooped in and grabbed everything.
When Elizabeth got home she stopped for a moment outside the gate and looked at what had been her home for all her life. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was now drenched, and the water ran in rivulets down the sides of her head, making her hair even more curly than it usually was. She had been born in this house, as had her sister. She had thought it was a happy house, but now it looked like a doomed house. Her mother had died in this house, her father had died in this house, and now everything they owned was being taken away, leaving them with nothing.
It must be a cursed house,
she thought as she opened the gate slowly and walked up the short pathway, and climbed the three steps wearily. She sat for a moment on the porch seat and looked around, noticing the wilting flowers in the garden that had been her mother’s joy and pride and which Elizabeth had tended to lovingly in memory of her dear mother. Since her father’s death she had not been near the garden and now never would be.
Oh, Mama,
she whispered, then blinked rapidly so that she would not cry. It would not do to cry at this moment. She still had to tell Virginia the dreadful news.
And true to form Virginia swooned, and Elizabeth rushed to her room to get some smelling salts which soon revived the fifteen-year-old girl.
What are we going to do? We are ruined and will be the laughing stock of all Boston. Oh, I cannot bear it, I cannot bear this,
her normally strong voice rose shrilly, and Elizabeth longed to slap her face.
Pull yourself together. I suggest that you go to you room and grab everything that you want to take out of this house before those vultures come and take everything away.
Elizabeth walked to the door. Mr. Hawkins told me the bank representative will be coming this afternoon, and we have to leave the house immediately after the inventory is done. No doubt they do not want us to ‘steal’ anything that now belongs to them.
I won’t leave. Where will we go? What will we do?
Virginia, if you do not get off that couch and do as I have told you, I will come over there and slap you silly.
You are just mean,
Virginia started crying, and Elizabeth sighed. She walked back and sat down next to her sister.
I am sorry, Ginnie. I wish all this was not happening. But it has happened, and we have to make the most of things, and salvage whatever is left of our lives. We will be alright, you will see.
She pulled her sister close and hugged her. Virginia clutched on to her sister as though she was her lifeline. She was terrified.
We will be alright, little girl,
Elizabeth murmured soothingly. You will see.
But later that afternoon when Mr. Hawkins and the bank’s representative, who had introduced himself as Richard Slip, had gone through every one of the rooms in the house and locked each door after doing the inventory, Elizabeth felt her strength waning. It had humiliated her to walk through the house that she had loved, pointing out all the items that were in each room. She remembered all the parties they had held when her mother was alive, which had become fewer after her death. The holidays and celebrations and her coming-out party, which had been the talk of the town for many days.
Elizabeth was more uncomfortable at the leering way in which Mr. Slip was looking at her. His beady eyes had seemed to undress her, never mind